14 November 2022

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We've got a problem

But we can fix it. This is Elena. I am sure Cassie's pregnancy seems out there. An 9-year-old father. It seems fantastic and in any other culture the suspicion would be that Cassie cheated. Since that's not a thing here, it could have been an oops, but it is not. You see, we did the DNA tests. Not because we didn't trust Cassie, but as the first step of an extended study.

Of 9-year-olds.

To be safe, we went from 5 to 10. What were we studying?

Cum.

Before you laugh, we were trying to find out if Luke is an anomaly.

He is not. We studied over 7,000 boys in that age range. All from our schools. We kind of had to limit it to our schools. It's not like we could drop by a traditional elementary school and ask if we can have the cum of first graders.

Fun though that might be.

So it lacked a control group, but it didn't matter. Our purpose wasn't as much scientific research as it was preventing pregnancy. It did lead to curiosity about the girls, too. We discovered that girls in our world were beginning puberty as young as 6. Almost all of them. 6.

I know this sounds completely ridiculous, but we believe we are evolving. We have powers, right? Tonight I am reporting the findings to the council. I could have just emailed them, but come on, council meetings are fun.

A lot of fun.

It's not an anomaly. The funny thing is that it seems backwards. As life expectancies increased, puberty and childbearing moved out to older ages. Now, we're not suggesting a bunch of 6-year-old mothers, but somehow everything about people in our community is happening at an earlier age.

We still think it is the cum.

Before I go into the council meeting, perhaps I should share how the research part of the project worked. Frida and I took the initial lead. We quickly realized we needed others if we were going to gather enough data, but I'll get to that. You see, there were two ways to do the project. The simplest was to provide sample containers to every school and have the boys all jack off. They could distribute them in class and if they wanted the girls could help. Or the boys could help each other. Or the teachers and staff could help.

If the boy was 9 or over or the faculty or staff member was under 18. That's not uncommon in our schools. We eventually went this route, and no professor was more helpful than Nan. Well, maybe Natalie.

You get the idea. Oh, and Ty. Ty really enjoyed the project.

Frida and I started at the local Robertville schools then Amyville on Eros. The epicenter, so to speak. I'll explain our early pilot process, but it was more interesting when we got out in the wild. Which was why we started in LA. The schools have all been reconfigured, so there really wasn't the concept of an elementary school, which meant a lot of schools. Pari had expanded her patch and owned over 300 LA schools now. We started at the newest school to be added. If Robertville is the kids that have been in the system the longest, Hillcrest Drive elementary is the newest. I guess it is just Hillcrest Drive school now. We had a lot of places to cover in California, because Pari worked with the state education department and took over all the Title I schools. The bottom 10% statewide. It is over a thousand schools.

In California.

Over a hundred of those schools are already out of the bottom 5%. Over 50 have moved into the top 100 schools in the state.

Hillcrest Drive school is now the highest rated school in the state. Pari has owned it for 5 weeks. I can't wait to meet the kids. You might want to read that sentence again. What we do works.

We landed on the athletic fields. There are 782 kids in this school. We flew an E-111S. Just the four of us. No passengers. Why you ask? Did you notice the S?

Want to guess what the S stands for? Oh, and four? You must have figured it out. We were going to be here two days. Nylah and Colby are going to be doing short space rides for anyone with a signed permission slip. Were you going to be the parent that didn't sign for your kid to go into space? No one was. They all signed.

An E-111S seats 100 plus four in jump seats. Those were in a lottery for each ride. Eight rides. An hour each. They really were just rides, so no exciting stories to tell on the plane flights. Just fun.

Hmm. I wonder if that is true. These are kids from our school system.

Not quite true

This is a fun little story, at least at the end, so I thought I'd jump in and tell it. This is Nylah. I guess it really wasn't fun at the beginning. It was our last trip up. Everyone was so excited, except one young boy. Now, the first trips had been just oohing and aahing and floating around. He was floating around and looked pissed. He didn't seem to be enjoying it at all. How weird is that. He wasn't scared. In fact, he was clearly pretty comfortable with it, but just seemed out of sorts. Being a member of this family, I stuck my nose in.

It is kind of what we do.

"Hi, I'm Nylah," I said. "What's your name?"

He laughed and has a nice laugh.

"I'm Jace, Princess Nylah," he said. "It is a pleasure to meet you." He stuck out his hand and I shook it. He has a nice handshake, but apparently shaking someone's hand while weightless sends you careening around the cabin. At least he had the presence of mind to hold on. We were flying around the cabin, bumping into walls, and bumping into people. Some pushed us a little, which was enough to keep us going, which led to more people pushing each other, which led to pretty much everyone zooming around the cabin laughing. After a bit, Jace grabbed on to a seat and we stopped and just watched everyone for a bit.

"So what's pissing you off, dude?" I asked, and he laughed again.

"Best day of my life. Rode into space. Met a princess. What more could I ask?" said Jace.

"You could stop trying to cover me in a steaming pile of bullshit," I said, in my Princess voice. Yes, I practice, too. It stopped him and he looked at me.

"You actually care?" he said.

"Jace," I said. "You're going to a school we own and are, right now, in space," I said. "Were those things that would have happened to you without our involvement?"

He laughed again.

"Oh, absolutely," he said. "I'm a poor Hispanic kid from the projects. We have all the opportunities."

"Yeah, well, we're trying to change that," I said, a little softly.

"And we all appreciate it," he said. "It's really nothing."

"Dude, stop it," I said. "You're freaking in space and unhappy about something. You don't have to share, but I'd like to help."

He said something too softly for me to hear. I just shrugged.

"I didn't cum!" he said, much louder, just as there was a lull in the crowd noise.

Which meant everyone in the plane heard it.

"Well that's just great," he said. A little girl, with quite a bit of determination, swam over to us. Fierce look. Tongue a little out. On a mission. She got to us and grabbed a seat to keep from passing us by.

"Jace," she said. "You're 9. No one expected you to actually cum. Some did, some didn't, none of us care. Time will fix it. Now, why don't you just ask Nylah for a blowjob and take the edge off."

Yeah, I'd do that.

"Like a Princess would blow me," said Jace, in the saddest voice.

"Try asking," said the girl. "And saying please."

He just shook his head.

"Amani, would you please give me a blowjob?" asked Jace.

"See, that wasn't so, wait, what?" asked Amani. "Me? You have a shot at Princess Nylah, and you asked me? Stop it. Don't take the easy way out."

OK, dude, well played. He waited her out.

"You really want it to be me?" she said. He smiled and nodded. Vigorously.

"Oh, I am so in," she said, lustfully. Yes, lustfully.

Jace turned to me.

"May I lick your pussy, please?" said Jace.

"Jace!" said Amani. "I'm so proud of you."

"You're proud of me for asking to lick her pussy?" he said.

"Yes," said Amani. "And asking me to blow you. Have you ever asked before?" He shook his head no.

"OK, lesson time," I said. His face fell. "Ask anyone. Often. Sometimes you'll get no thank you, or not right now, but not very often."

He was thoughtful for a moment.

"Do you think Prince Colby would let me blow him?" he asked.

I admit. I laughed.

"Oh yeah," I said. "So let's do this. Let's not rush this. This is the last flight of the day. Why don't the four of us go out to dinner and spend the night together."

I didn't tell them that their parents and my mom had already approved an exception. It might put too much pressure on them.

"Oh, I'm in," said Amani, taking Jace's hand, to his surprise.

"You're surprised?" said Amani. "I've been putting the signals out to you pretty hard."

"Did the signals include words like Jace, I would like to spend time with you, please?" I asked. They both laughed.

"Well, at least I would have understood that signal," said Jace.

"You really didn't know I like you?" said Amani, softly. He shook his head no.

"We have got to work on your communication," I said.

"Yes," they both said. Then both of their eyebrows shot up.

"Jinx," said Jace, super quietly. Can it be super quietly? I think it can.

Amani damn near attacked him. Pushed him back in a seat. Climbed on his lap. Took his face in her hands and kissed him. Damn near pushed him through the seat kissed him. His cock is rock hard and rubbing against her clit, which pushed her over. He was clearly close.

She reached down with one hand and took his cock in her hand and started stroking.

"If I do cum, it will make a mess," said Jace. I give Amani credit. She didn't want a mess. She quickly lifted up and just slammed down on his cock.

"Ouch, ohhhh," she said. And...she's a virgin. Or was.

Um, they don't know they have an exception.

An emergency, I suppose, if he actually could cum. They both vibrated through one hell of orgasm and she kind of collapsed on his chest for a moment.

Finally she lifted up and cum just poured out all over his cock. She quickly rolled into the seat next to him.

"Quick," she said. "It's going to leak."

Well, being the helpful kind of girl I am, I dove right in. I was just going to town, licking and sucking, when I heard a voice.

"May I please clean that up?" said Colby. I looked up and he was talking to Jace, who looked stunned.

Which is how Amani and I got to watch Colby blow Jace. Quite well, I might add. Colby is quite good at it. Jace didn't last all that long, and Colby tried his best, but he couldn't hold all the cum, even after swallowing a couple times.

It is a lot of cum. Jace is just smiling.

"I guess I do cum," he said, smiling. That's when Colby opened his mouth to show the cum inside. He had to tilt his head back a little it was so much.

And he'd swallowed twice. I got a little, in a kiss, than Amani, then the biggest part of it was in a pretty damn passionate kiss between Colby and Jace.

Well sure. We're friendly that way.

"You seem a little happier now," said Amani, and they both started laughing.

"Him. Lost my virginity to my soulmate, got an incredible blowjob from Colby, and came for the first time. And the second time," he said, just grinning.

"OK, back this bus up," said Amani. "Soulmate?"

Jace just waited her out. She thought about it and then smiled.

"I accept," she said.

"Accept?" said Jace.

"Well, you did just propose," said Amani. His eyebrows shot up, but his smile was huge.

"That I did," he said, laughing.

He turned to me.

"Thank you for caring," he said.

"Dude, even I couldn't have predicted your engagement," I said. "Congratulations. Now, we've been up longer than we intended, and we still have dinner and a night of passion, if there is an interest. Unless you want a night to yourselves."

"No," said Amani and Jace. Amani said it but held up a finger.

"Hold up," she said. "Let's make sure we're on the same page. Soulmates, engaged, have sex with anything that breathes."

"Well, I might add human," said Jace.

"That could eliminate pretty much the entire royal family," said Amani.

"I'll make an exception," laughed Jace.

"Why did you say that?" asked Colby. Amani looked at him quizzically and yes, I got to use the word quizzically.

"We all think you've evolved. Hell, we think we've evolved. I can freaking fly," said Amani. Interesting.

"Point taken," said Colby, laughing. I warned everyone that the gravity was coming on and looked around. Remember where I mentioned that the flights were just fun, and sex wasn't involved?

Not this flight. Everyone was sticky. I mean everyone. Jace stood on his seat.

"Tomorrow night, 1900, in the big wrestling room. We'll call it the Last flight club.

The cheers were a little deafening.

"Nice one, hubby," said Amani. "Yeah, I know, not quite, but we are." Jace leaned over and gave her the most tender kiss.

"Yes, we are," he said, sitting down in the seat next to her. He took her hand and they both sighed.

Time to head back.

This should be fun

We're headed out to the Santa Monica pier. Just Nylah and me. Colby here, of course. We had a free day while Elena and Frida kept working. I have no idea why we pushed all eight rides into one day, but honestly, I get a day at the beach with Nylah, so I'm thrilled. I'd tell you all about last night and how freaking exhausted we are, but we led Amani and Jace into the bedroom of our suite.

And left. We got another room. Come on. First night. They tried to insist, so we promised to come back. Oh, we will. After all, we have the Last Flight club meeting.

Back to the beach. Nylah rocks her Speedo tankini. The Junior Boomstar. Just black boy shorts and a black and purple tank top. Damn. Seriously she rocks it. I tried to match her in the Speedo line, but the boys' shorts of that style were longer. Even the shortest, which is the Essential Endurance+. But that was easy to solve.

Nylah has more than one pair of her Speedo shorts. We're basically the same size.

Now I have shorter shorts and Bob's your uncle. OMG. I have got to tell that to Dad. I've never connected that phrase, but Bob was my uncle.

Now he is Dad. Damn straight he is.

Anyway. We looked sexy. Yeah, yeah, we're 7.

Still sexy. It's funny, but we won't be able to do anything really fun today. Darn it.

Damn, Nylah looks good. I see her naked more than I see her with clothes. By a big margin. But that tankini.

Damn.

We debated how to get to the beach, but knew we wanted to ride bikes along the path and that no one would ever rent us a bike. Maybe if we left a cash deposit for the whole bike, but have you seen the kid's bikes they rent?

We have bikes that are built on the Carbon XS Mad 6. Feel free to Google it. The difference is that ours are street versions. Full suspension. Carbon fiber. Street tires.

Ours also have another feature that they don't from the factory.

They fly. That's not a reference to the fact that they're fast, which they are. They literally fly. So we're headed to the beach with nothing but our bathing suits and earrings.

Everyone accepts the earrings now. OK, I've got a little bag attached to my bike with sunscreen.

Ya gotta have sunscreen. Well, we're wearing nice Adidas Cloudfoam shoes. You can't fly across town on your bike without shoes. We do have helmets on, too.

Although I don't think they'd help if we fell off the bike at 300 feet. Then again, we can both fly. Heck, we could have just flown over, like Super Kids to the Rescue, but then we wouldn't have had bikes. And might have drawn even more attention than the flying bikes.

Ya think?

We're almost there. Yeah, yeah, a lot of pointing at us. We are only at 300 feet. We're pretty obvious. If only I had a front basket, it could have an ET feel to it. For some reason we drew a crowd when we landed. Imagine that. We landed near a bike rack and slid our bikes in. I forgot, of course we have towels. Nylah pulled the towels out of her bike bag and off we went towards the beach.

"You didn't lock your flying bikes," said the most adorable young boy. Damn, I'd do him on the beach.

Yeah, I would, but not this beach. Dammit.

"They're fine," said Nylah. "No one will take them."

The kid laughed. He has a nice laugh.

"Try," I said. He walked over and tried to pull it out and couldn't. No matter what he did, it didn't budge.

It's a modification of our force field tech. It's very cool. Nylah walked over to him.

"You know," said Nylah. "We'd both fuck you on the beach if we could."

And then we left.

"Cruel, Nylah," I said, as we walked towards the beach.

"He'll masturbate to the memory for his entire life," she said, with a laugh. "Starting right now." She nodded and I looked, and he was headed into the public bathroom. His little stiffy was obvious. Nylah got a grin on her face. She ran over to a souvenir shop and quickly bought a baseball cap. She ran back and pulled off her top, to my surprise, handing it to me. Then she put on the baseball cap and tucked all her hair in it.

And headed towards the boys' bathroom. We're young. She looked like a boy.

She was in there for about ten minutes and walked back out smiling.

I didn't ask. You don't ask!

But I am confident it was lifechanging. Particularly when she had to readjust her swimsuit shorts to cover her pussy.

"Oops," she laughed. She took off the hat and pulled on the top and there she is. A girl again.

We walked out and played in the surf and laid in the sun until lunch time. We even joined a beach volleyball game with some kids. They all sucked. We did too, but every once in a while Nylah would make a spectacular shot.

"Not fair," I thought, especially since I was on the opposing team.

"OK, OK," she thought. "No more powers."

Tempting as it was.

A typical story for us

We went for a bike ride, and it was great fun. This is Nylah. Nice bikes, beautiful weather. We got a lot of is that them looks. It is crazy to us, but we're used to it. We're not celebrities. We're rich. Not the same thing. Although, I do admit, rich is nice.

We stopped at a restaurant called Back on the Beach. The reviews on Yelp were good, not great. Good, if pedestrian food. Inconsistent service. Then again, some of those reviews were from nutcases. One woman was mad that they wouldn't squeeze her fresh orange juice. Entitled enough lady? We parked our bikes in the rack around the side and walked up to the podium. The teenage girl that was there damn near sneered at us.

"What is it with little kids? Dad hates them coming by themselves," thought the young woman. "I'll get rid of them."

No, we didn't read her. Sometimes there are people that push it out there pretty hard. I could teach her how to block it, but why would I? She's got an attitude. She's also adorable. Teens. Blonde beach girl look. I don't know if it is natural, but I'm willing to strip her and check. Although I'd bet she's bare down there.

I could check that, too. Hey, I like girls, too. That can't surprise you.

"I'm sorry," she said. "We don't serve children without their parents."

"May I ask the reason for the prohibition?" I asked. I know it is legal for them to do it. I'm a freaking attorney, OK? That doesn't mean I have to like it.

"We have had poor experiences with kids that didn't pay and others that tore up the restaurant," she said. That's not what she thought.

"Yeah, that's all bullshit. Dad's just a turd," she thought.

"And how do you establish their age?" I asked. "We could just be short."

"Pretty short for a licensed driver, don't you think?" she said, with a smile. "That's how we do it. If you have a license, we serve you. We do require anyone under 18 to provide proof of payment, too."

Colby snorted. Oh, this is glorious. He laughed and looked at me and laughed again.

"Does everyone in the party have to have a license?" he asked. Not sure why he did, given we both have licenses.

"No, just one and the ability to pay," she said.

"I honestly don't get it," she thought. "He should ban drunks. That would be a lot more effective."

Colby reached into the zippered compartment on his too small shorts and pulled out his license. He handed it to her. It has a nice picture of him, too.

"Holy shit," she muttered. "Holy fucking shit."

"Well, I do have a license," said Colby. "You can do a credit card hold for lunch too, if you'd like." He tapped his earring. Hell yes, he rocks earrings.

"I don't think that will be necessary," she said.

"God, they're adorable. From Dionysus. Hell, I'd do them both on the beach," she thought.

"May I ask how old you are?" I asked. Please be at least 13. Please. The US courts have ruled that at 13, US residents are adults if in Dionysus. I know for sure because I argued the case before the Supreme Court.

"I'm 14," she said. "My name is Landyn. This might be inappropriate, but you are both simply adorable."

"If only you could do us on the beach," said Nylah. You can imagine her look.

"I think your dad is a turd about this, too," I added. It took her a moment and then she smiled.

"You're pretty powerful," she thought to us.

"As are you," I said. "Who?" She knew what I meant.

"My best friend, Lennon," she said. "We've been friends since we were really little. We are next door neighbors."

"How old were you when you started being latchkey kids?" I asked.

"I was 8. He was 7," she said. "How did you know?"

"You started right away, didn't you?" I thought. She gave me a smirk.

"Every day," she thought. "Wore him out. Every day."

"You're fun, Landyn," said Colby.

"More than you can imagine," she said, in a guttural voice. In my head.

"We have plans tonight," said Colby. "But perhaps you and Lennon would like to spend the night at our house tomorrow night."

Wow. She has nice nipples. They just popped right out and she's wearing a loose polo. I don't think there is a bra, though.

"I hate bras," thought Landyn. Wow. She can read me, too.

Which made her laugh.

"Unless you'd like to join us at one of our local schools tonight," I said. "We're joining about a hundred new friends for an orgy."

Landyn just stared at me.

"That sounds fun," she croaked. "Can I vote for both?"

Sometimes you just smile without thinking about it. A big smile.

We both stood up in time to catch her. We set her into a chair until she recovered.

"You're both pretty fun," she said, barely able to speak. "Can I take your order?"

That made us all laugh.

We ordered and the lunch was outstanding. We're leaving a review. We don't do it often, and we never do it without permission. It tends to blow up a restaurant, in a good way. As we finished up, we asked Landyn if we could speak to her dad.

"Don't ask him about tonight and tomorrow," she thought. "I'll tell him I'm going to a friends."

"Yeah, we don't do that," thought Colby.

Just as her dad walked up. You could tell he was surprised it was two kids.

"Could you please sit with us for a moment?" asked Colby. "It is a compliment, not a complaint." You could tell he thought about it, but he pulled out a chair. Colby seemed to be leading, so I stayed quiet. Do you know how hard that is for me?

"We'll be quick," said Colby.

"Lunch rush is over," said Landyn's dad. "I'm good. I'm curious how Landyn allowed you in, but I'm listening." He wasn't mad, but he wasn't happy. He was curious.

We'll take curious.

"Could someone cover for Landyn so she could join us?" asked Colby. I looked over and a young man was taking her place.

"You know damn well I was listening," thought Landyn. Yeah, we did.

She pulled out the last chair at our table and sat, just as a waiter dropped dessert in front of us. A glorious dessert.

I guess not talking is a good gig right now.

"I have a bunch of things to go through here, but I'll be quick," said Colby. "My name is Colby, and this is my twin sister, Nylah."

It is so damn fun to watch their faces. First it is confusion, because something is triggered, but they don't quite know what. Then they realize they should know our names.

Then they remember who we are.

"We understand that you've been quietly looking for investors to open up another restaurant in Santa Barbara," said Colby. We do?

I guess we do.

"I am prepared to either invest, or provide you a low-interest loan, that will provide enough money to open that restaurant and as many more as you want to open," said Colby.

"I'm assuming the investment is favorable to you and the loan is unfavorable to me," he said. Colby actually snorted.

"You clearly don't know us well," said Colby. He outlined the terms for both.

"Those both are wildly in my favor," he said. "Everything I have ever read about the Kingdom is positive. That you're fair. That win-win to you favors the little guy. That you fuck a lot."

He just dropped that. I think Landyn choked a little.

"All of that is true," said Colby, just leaving it out there. It even got a smirk from Landyn. Which made Dawson laugh. Yes, he introduced himself.

"You think I don't know?" said Dawson. "I've known since you were 8. I also know, and knew then, that'd you'd eventually marry and even if you didn't, you were being smart about it. Then we started reading about Dionysus and it hit me. You're not just smart in your class. You're being wasted in that class. I cannot believe I didn't get there before. You need to go to a Dionysus school."

"Well that took a turn I didn't expect," said Landyn, which set us all off laughing.

"The funny thing is that it is more difficult now than it was then," said Dawson. You could tell by his face that he regretted saying that and was hopeful no one would call him on it.

Landyn did.

"Why is it harder now?" asked Landyn. He clearly didn't want to answer.

"Dad, I've known since I was 10," said Landyn. "You're an amazing dad and being a single dad is tough. I didn't want you to get into trouble or I would have climbed into your bed on my ninth birthday. I can't tell you how much I have wanted to that night and every night since. For that matter, it is Lennon's fantasy too and he'll understand that I decided to tell you that."

"OK, here's the plan," said Landyn. "As long as Nylah and Colby agree." I am pretty confident we will agree.

"Lennon and I are going to an orgy tonight," said Landyn. "It's kids only, so just us. Tomorrow night we were spending the night with Nylah and Colby. I am hopeful I am not being too presumptuous to suggest that you join us. If I understand right, if we did it at your house, there would be more than just Lennon and me for Dad to fuck."

"You and Lennon?" said Dawson.

"That's what you got out of that?" said Landyn.

"A guy can dream," said Dawson.

"I'm proud of you, Dad," said Landyn. "You finally admitted it to yourself."

He just smiled at her. Love and a tinge of lust.

Pretty much the same look I give Colby.

Colby wrote something down and handed it to Dawson.

"That's the number to Jason, our financial advisor. He's already aware of what I shared with you," said Colby.

"You can do it that far?" said Dawson. Then he blushed.

"You can do it too!" said Landyn. She thought for minute.

"Can you just listen or see?" said Landyn. Shit, if she can do that, she is powerful. Dawson blushed a deep crimson.

"Both," he said.

"Just me or Lennon too?" she asked.

"Both," he said, blushing again. Landyn laughed.

"You've been living vicariously through us both!" laughed Landyn. Dawson shrugged.

"You don't know this, but now you will," I said. "We have rules around this, and they seem to work. One is that you don't read, listen, or watch without explicit permission."

"Oh, he has permission for me, and Lennon will be fine too," said Landyn. "That is so hot."

Well, it kind of is. Nylah and I do it. Our circle is pretty big, too. Bill and Jessica. Nan. Even Rina. You know Rina doesn't post much. She really should. She's a bedrock in our lives but stays out of the limelight. I guess it would be easier to just list the people that say we can't watch. Was that too subtle? The answer is none of them. Jumping in on Tomas and Ruby is amazing. Gabe with his quad. Unbelievable. The two quads together...

Don't you wish you could?

"Tonight, Dad. Open a bottle of nice wine, grab your favorite lube and a towel, and enjoy the hell out of it," said Landyn.

"Sounds like a plan," said Dawson, with just a bit of a squeak.

I found out later that Colby sent several cases of nice wine to his house, too. I think he is stocked up now.

"When do you get off?" I said.

"Tonight. Repeatedly," said Landyn. "But from here, 6."

"Perfect," said Colby. "We'll meet you here. We'll grab something to eat and head over to the school. Start watching around 7, Dawson."

His cock has got to hurt. It is trapped at a really bad angle. Landyn noticed too and looked around. The place was pretty empty. She reached over and used her left hand to lift up the waistband and her right to reach in and readjust him. That sent his eyebrows popping.

It did to the guy in the corner that happened to notice, too. I am pretty sure he liked it.

"You shouldn't have done that," I said. "Not here, not now. Once the deal is all done, I'll designate your house as a consulate."

They both stared for a moment, and then nodded.

We got up and left and Dawson wouldn't let us pay. Colby pulled a small amount of cash from his Speedo and slid it under a plate quickly. We headed out.

I'm pretty sure it was a nice tip. It was more than one bill, and we usually only carry hundreds to tip.

We decided to go for a walk. I think I'll pass the pen to Colby for a bit.

Just takin' a walk with my Sissy

Holdin' hands. Colby here. It is a gorgeous day in SoCal and we're just having fun. Lunch was great and that dessert was out of this world.

Maybe I'll take a piece to the space station. Oh, Dad would love that one. I'll tell him and then put it in the log. He'll pay off. Eventually. Even though it wasn't funny.

We were just walking along when I noticed a woman pretty far up ahead. An older woman. She was looking and, I think, pointing at us and jabbering at a cop. The cop appeared to be arguing with her and threw his hands up in the air. They were still at it as we approached.

"You seriously don't know who they are?" asked the cop.

"You have to do something!" shouted the woman. Then she ran over and grabbed our arms and pulled us over to the cop. We just rolled with it. We didn't have a lot to fear from what appears to be about a 70-year-old woman who wouldn't break 80 pounds wet.

"They shouldn't be out here alone," she shouted. "You need to bring in child services. I've watched them all day."

Well that's creepy, lady.

Creepy lady. Yeah, it fit.

"You are holding the arms of two legal adults, which is almost a textbook case for an assault charge," said the cop, in a pretty firm voice. Now, the cop is gorgeous. Tall, lean, muscular. In shorts and a polo shirt. Wearing a bike helmet.

OK it all worked for him. Let me make sure the image is correct. He's Black. A deep, rich black.

Did I use the word gorgeous yet?

OK, we couldn't do anything with him, but others could, and we could watch.

Maybe we won't proposition the cop.

"Assault charges!" she said. "They're little kids that are lost. Where are your parents?"

"I have no idea," said Nylah. "I think they mentioned Paris, but that might have been yesterday."

"Sydney," I said. "They're out on the water. They're coming here tomorrow night."

Hey, we're having a party for Dawson. Of course they're cumming and no, still not a typo.

The woman was just staring at us, confused. Suddenly she dropped our arms like they were red hot.

"Do you want to press charges?" asked the cop.

We both laughed.

"Her heart was in the right place," said Nylah. "Somehow I don't think filing an assault charge against her would have good optics, even though a conviction is a slam dunk."

The cop laughed.

"Perfect words from an attorney," said the cop.

"You're, you're, you're," said the woman.

"Yes we are," said Nylah, who took my hand and we walked away. I looked back and the cop was giving her a lecture. I caught his eye and I waved. He smiled and waved back.

Then his cock bounced. Most people might not notice it. We do. It is considered a compliment.

Understandably so.

We walked on and got to our bikes and spent the rest of the afternoon riding. We stopped for ice cream. Nylah spilled a little on her suit. You could tell she wanted to take the suit off and she could tell I really wanted to lick it off, but she used a napkin.

"That's going to stain," she said, sadly.

"We own the company," I said. "I'm not sure you should panic."

That got me a luminous smile. I am smart enough to close my eyes. It would have been sticky.

It was finally time to meet Landyn, so we rode all the way up the boardwalk to the restaurant. We got there just as she walked out front.

"Cool bikes, but they're not going to get us all very far, are they?" asked Landyn.

"Well, they do fly," said Nylah, and Landyn laughed. So Nylah flew around a bit and landed.

"That's pretty cool," she said, with a little bit of awe.

"If you think that's cool," said Nylah. "Just wait for it." We were all looking out towards the water and right over the beach, her S-88 floated down.

Yeah, it is pretty cool every time. The door opened and the stairs appeared. The ramp lowered and Nylah and I both got off our bikes and they flew into the hold and the ramp closed.

"Your bicycles just flew themselves into the back of your airplane that is hovering over the beach," said Landyn, in a bit of a daze.

How exactly do you answer that question? Nylah took her hand and led her onto the plane. She put her in the co-pilot's seat and sat in the pilot's seat. I sat behind them.

"Did I mention that we're meeting our group on the space station?" said Nylah, just as we took off. Dad added a private wrestling room pod. With the clear wall tech. The rest of our group had already been picked up, so we were the last to arrive. As we docked, Landyn turned to us.

"This is all just normal to you," said Landyn.

"No," said Nylah. "We know it is just nuts. But we've learned to enjoy it." With that, she stood up and started undressing. So I did, too.

Landyn had her clothes off faster than we did.

"I thought we were having dinner?" she said.

"We are," said Nylah. "Our whole group. We're eating at the resort restaurant."

"Isn't this a Gamma resort?" asked Landyn, in a guttural voice, and then she laughed.

"My dad just laughed in my head," said Landyn. "Hey, we were supposed to pick up Lennon."

"Pari did," said Nylah. "Odds are he is one ahead of you." We walked into the wrestling room and Lennon ran over and hugged Landyn. Their love for each other was obvious. Pari was standing behind him, with a smirk.

They're both naked.

"So you had a little fun without me," said Landyn, to Lennon.

"No, I waited for you," said Lennon. Naked. Standing next to Pari. She just shrugged.

"OK, we need to have a talk," said Landyn. Lennon's face fell and Landyn laughed.

"We've talked about this our entire lives that we're too sexual for just each other," said Landyn. "You passed up an opportunity you shouldn't have passed up."

"Oh, I didn't pass anything up," said Lennon. "Pari and I talked about it, and we decided to wait so it could be a threesome."

"Oh......," said Landyn, rolling through an orgasm. I can't say I blame her.

"We're heading into dinner," said Nylah. "You three join us, but don't get lost in it all and miss dinner. You need protein. Trust me."

"I'm confident I'll swallow a lot of protein tonight," said Landyn.

"Me too," said Lennon. Landyn turned to him.

"We both do like cum," said Landyn.

"That we do!" said Lennon.

"And pussy," said Landyn.

"That too," said Lennon, laughing.

The last I saw, Pari and Landyn were pushing Lennon on to his back, on the wrestling room floor.

Go for it, folks.

We walked into the restaurant and one entire end was setup for our group and they were all there. We'd recruited some pilots. OK, we'd recruited about a hundred of our friends. If you're going to the space station to fuck, you should get to fuck royalty, right? Our only rule had been under 18, so we didn't have to really worry about the rules.

Dinner was raucous, funny, and naked. In other words, a typical dinner.

The evening was spectacular. Yes, lots of sex. Spectacular, right? Nothing more than seeing Landyn and Lennon together. The same with Amani and Jace.

The highlight of the night, and I am talking the best show in town, was the four of them together. There was an age range, but hey, Dionysus. Seriously, the things the four of them did together might not have been possible with anyone else.

Then Gabe and his quad did it, too. Then we ran out of spatulas.

Quite a night.

Did I mention the hundred people from the plane mixing with the hundred or more friends we brought? Chris was hilarious. I think she is making up for her more limited sex life while President. Noah just spent the night smiling, helping, fucking, and getting fucked.

Me? I wore out after eight. Yes, eight. OK, two for Nylah and two for Karolina, which left four free range fucks.

Then I was forced to bottom for the rest of the night. Darn it.

Ya gotta thank a nice cop

Colby here. We're a very thankful country. When someone does something nice for us, we try to repay it. Yeah, yeah, we fuck them, but that's not what we mean here. Maybe. We told Mom the story and she wanted to meet the cop. We didn't know his name, but he is pretty easy to spot. Being gorgeous and all. The shorts and the bike helmet are a win for him. Did I mention they're actual bike shorts? You know, skintight.

So we're headed back to the beach. Silly of us, we didn't get his name, so there is a good chance that we won't find him. It is close to the same time of day, so we're hopeful. We're in Mom's S-88. Not sure why we didn't just fly a car, but this certainly is more dramatic. Ah. Got it. We're cloaked. Mom flew up and down the beach, pretty low, and we found him.

"So do we uncloak here, or do we go up, uncloak, and come back down?" asked Mom.

"It depends," said Nylah. "If your goal is total panic on a wide swath of beach with a lot of people getting hurt, I'd uncloak. Otherwise, maybe somewhere else."

"Point taken," said Mom, laughing. She lifted us up pretty far, pretty fast, which is always a fun ride. We came straight back down, which presumes Mom uncloaked us. We live in a weird world. We have space planes that can do interplanetary jumps and cloak. The US still hasn't got a plane past Mach 5.

We're not in Nebraska anymore.

We floated down over an open spot and dropped the stairs. Nylah led the way down and Mom and I followed. The stairs folded up and the plane lifted up and took off towards the island. Standing right on the sidewalk was the cop, with his arms folded across his chest and a big smile. Damn he has a nice smile. I simply cannot wait until I am 9. I am coming back, finding him, and bouncing up and down on him.

I keep a list. Oh, we all keep a list. He will be on Nylah's list, too.

Mom walked right up to him and stuck out her hand. He took it, still smiling.

"I want to thank you so much for being kind to Nylah and Colby," said Mom.

"It was my pleasure, ma'am," he said.

"I see you're Danel," said Mom. "Would you prefer Officer, or may I call you Danel?" He laughed.

"You can call me anything you want," said Danel. "Danel is fine."

"How about to tell you breakfast is ready?" said Mom. Really, Mom? That's pretty cliche.

"That's pretty cliche," laughed Danel. See!

"Yes, I suppose it was," said Mom. "But we value directness, and you have to know that. I do appreciate that you looked out for the kids. This really isn't connected to that. We're just very direct, quite polite, and always horny."

OK, Nylah and I both moaned. Not because of what Mom said, moan worthy that it is. Because he got hard. Very hard.

As in an 11-inch (28 cm) cock hard.

"Why did the two of you moan?" asked Danel.

Nylah responded first. Does that surprise you?

"We have very defined rules about ages, and we honor them," said Nylah. "Colby and I are too young for you, but it does not mean we do not appreciate that you are kind, compassionate, gorgeous, and rock hard. I can't bounce up and down on your cock quite yet, but I can watch Mom do it while Colby fucks me."

OK, that might have been a bit blunt.

"Yet?" he croaked. We all laughed.

"Oh, you're getting an invitation to our ninth birthday party, trust me," said Nylah. A startled look crossed Danel's face. He looked at me.

"Our?" he said, in the same croak.

"We're twins," I said. "We're having a party together."

"Oh, got it," said Danel, in a normal voice.

"But at that party I will happily bounce up and down on your cock, too," I said, smiling. Oh, we all watched his cock bounce.

"These feelings are very confusing," he said.

"They don't need to be," said Mom. "There is nothing wrong with you appreciating that Nylah and Colby share many of the same characteristics that you do. They're kind, compassionate, sexy, and love to fuck."

"But they're not nine yet," said Danel, clearly knowing our rules. Mom laughed.

"That just means they can't fuck you, not that they can't fuck. Under 18 is fair game," said Mom, with a smile. "Sadly, no nine-year-old exceptions."

Yes, sadly. Really fucking sadly.

Danel looked lost in thought.

"I appreciate the invitation, more than you can imagine, but I am married, and it would not be appropriate," said Danel. The three of us had trouble not laughing. The timing was even good, because Karolina flew up on one of the bikes. Yeah, flew. It didn't even faze Danel. You go, Danel. She parked the bike in the rack and walked over. Nylah got the first kiss, and I got the second kiss.

The first resulted in a puddle under Nylah. The second resulted in a puddle under Karolina.

I barely escaped in time. That would have been sticky. Karolina looked at mom, who subtly shook her head no.

"Did she just check to see if it was OK to kiss you?" asked Danel, of Mom. Mom laughed.

"We're a little more careful in public," said Mom. "But Karolina is 12, so later we're getting naked and following through on that kiss."

"Oh," said Mom. "Sorry." It happens. Especially around Mom.

"Not sorry," laughed Danel. "Just sticky."

"See," said Karolina. "In our culture, I'd pull those shorts down and clean you off with my tongue." Way to be blunt there. Karolina had moved between us and had a hand on each of our shoulders. Danel noticed and was clearly thoughtful.

"You have someone you think would be your third," said Mom. Danel looked startled.

"I, um, well," said Danel, to our laughter. That's when Karolina dropped her hands and rubbed our asses for just a bit. We returned the favor, which made her nipples really pop. Danel is entranced.

"Her nipples and not mine?" asked Mom.

"Love yours, too," croaked Danel. Poor guy. We're a bit much.

"Spill it," said Mom, in her voice that must be obeyed. No seriously, I don't care if you even know who she is, that voice, and you do what she wants. Then she made a mistake though.

She put her hands on her hips.

"Akimbo!" shouted Nylah, Karolina, Danel, and me.

Oh boy. He said jinx.

"That one goes in the log," said Nylah, in the lustiest voice. Danel just raised his eyebrows.

"They keep a log of people that owe them kisses and sexual favors," said Mom. "After they reach 9, they're going through the list. Bill and Jessica have one, too."

"And you and Dad are pages of those lists," said Nylah, smiling.

"Yours, too," said Mom, to me. We all laughed.

"Point taken," said Nylah. Karolina was just beaming with a huge smile.

"OK, I have to ask," said Danel. "You seem particularly happy." He said it to Karolina.

"As soon as Amy figures out how to get you over your reticence to join us," said Karolina. "I will expect payback." That last sentence was in a hard voice that frankly was a little scary.

Oh look. Danel is hard again. Yes, we looked. Why wouldn't we look?

"This is very confusing," said Danel.

"Listen," said Mom. "This is completely none of our business, but that never slows us down at all." There's truth in that statement.

"Consider this an invitation for the three of you and your kids to join us," said Mom. "We already have a bit of an orgy planned for tonight, so that might be a little overwhelming. Why don't you just join us for dinner tomorrow night, and we can explore all this. We're good to talk to about all this. I'll make sure Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie are there. Bob, Pari, and I will be there too, and we can talk more about trios."

"Mom!" I shouted. "I'm proud of you." That just got me a smile. Mom's good at it. She isn't supposed to push me over, so she just held me at the edge while I vibrated a bit. Danel noticed.

"You just edged him with your smile," said Danel, clearly entranced with the idea.

"Busted, I suppose," said Mom. "Probably borderline, but some things just push you there. Yes, kids, I know we're a trio. Just trust the process."

"Mom," said Nylah. "You're not the Philadelphia 76ers. Just freaking marry her."

Mom just gave us a smile. A milder smile.

"We will. Just be patient," said Amy.

"You and King Bob are marrying someone named Pari?" asked Danel. "Wait, isn't your Minister of Education Pari? Is there another one? I think she's like 12."

"That's the one," said Nylah. Danel looked shocked and confused.

And happy.

"So your third is younger," said Mom.

"No," said Danel. "Our third is my identical twin." I think we all swooned.

It felt like a swoon.

"You have got to get through your hang-ups," said Karolina, forcefully. "I will have you both. I love DP."

I think we should have shirts made that said I love DP. Everyone would assume we meant something they didn't understand, when in actuality we mean exactly what we mean.

"Not to be cocky," said Danel. "But you could take me in the ass? Oh God, I just asked that of a little girl."

We all laughed. None more than Mom. Mom looked at Karolina, who laughed and nodded.

"We'll just say that, observationally, I am confident that she can," said Mom, with a dazzling smile. Danel just rocketed his eyes closed.

"OK, here's the deal," said Danel. "I am going to be blunt, but given you just told me that this young woman would, from your experience, take me in the ass, I feel like I might be OK doing it. I am married to a wonderful woman who enjoys spending time with both Kanel and me. We like our threesomes and have often said we would all marry if we could."

"Well that's easy," said Mom.

"Not in California," laughed Danel.

"Sure," said Mom. "You can get married today. All you have to be is dual citizens."

It took him a moment to understand.

"Tell me about the kids," said Mom, leading us down a more forbidden path.

"Kanel is a single dad with a daughter, Manella, who is 11, going on 30," said Danel. "Devina and I have a son, Evers, who is 11, too."

"And you're attracted to them both," said Amy, just matter-of-factly.

"No!" said Danel.

"Bullshit," said Karolina. "Listen, I get that in this culture, that can be your only answer, but in ours it isn't. It just isn't. It is a good thing, not a bad thing. Hell, I'm 12 and am in a relationship with two 7-year-olds. And we fuck like rabbits. Just like Evers and Manella do."

"No way!" he shouted, to our laughter.

"Let's just have dinner. Tomorrow night. In what part of town do you live?" asked Mom. He shared the area. Wait, wait, wait.

"The kids go to one of our schools," I said. Danel nodded.

We all laughed again.

"You're an idiot," said Mom. "No, seriously, an idiot. You know damn well that the five of you could have been in a wrestling room every damn day. If they go to our school, they're spending a lot of time there, for sure."

OK, we all moaned.

"What are you talking about?" said Danel. Does he really not know?

He really doesn't know. Mom explained it.

"But I don't understand," said Danel. "Devina volunteers all the time."

"Oh, we have got to all talk," said Mom. "I suspect you just weren't listening well, and I know your communication sucks. Text me your address. Can you all be at your place?" He meekly nodded.

Mom held out her hand and he passed his phone to her. She put in her number.

"Did you really just put your personal cell phone number in my phone?" asked Danel. Mom laughed.

"Yeah, and you get to explain why there is an Amy in your phone," said Mom, still laughing.

"Quite a story I have to tell," he said, with a smile. Mom turned to us.

"You kids go on," said Mom. "I'm going to chat with Danel until his shift is over and go home and talk to them all, if he is OK with it. I'll meet you at the party."

Off we went.

Spoiler alert. Mom brought them all to the party.

It is my duty

It is my duty to get more people fucking each other. Amy here. OK, maybe not duty, but their hang-ups are hurting their family. I chatted with Danel for a bit, and he was almost at the end of his shift. He texted his wife that they were being spontaneous and going out to dinner with a friend and that the five of them were invited. He shared she wanted to know more, but he wouldn't tell her.

Danel had to head to the precinct and then home, so I agreed to meet them all at 1800, at Danel's house. I promised I'd make reservations for us for dinner. I just went for a nice stroll along the boardwalk. I find it hilarious, particularly when I am alone. About half the people recognize me and of those about half think it isn't really me.

Except the kids. They're always right. They're also pretty outgoing, so if people approach me, it is almost always the kids leading the way. I took a bunch of selfies. Finally it was time to go. That's when I realized my error.

I've spent the afternoon at the beach. I'm hot and sweaty. I did not leave enough time to shower or change.

I also am wearing a bikini and it is all I have with me. There are solutions, but it is a little embarrassing. We're going to 208 Rodeo, so I'll just run next door to HT and buy something to wear. I can shower upstairs in the apartment.

Oh. The apartment. Oh boy.

I dropped my S-88 down and hopped in and took off. I'm pretty confident that the 50% that was sure it wasn't me have now changed their mind. Something about a space plane dropping from the sky. I flew over to Danel's house and landed in the front yard. As you can imagine, the neighborhood streamed out. I let everyone tour the plane while I did introductions with Danel's family.

Identical twins. Oh God.

With a beautiful woman who I assume to be Devina standing between them. Devina is stunning. Devina is petite, no bigger than me, with a trim figure and succulent B cups. Yes, succulent. Devina is also Hispanic. Standing next to Danel was a young man, who must be Evers. Evers is also stunning. He's developed for 11 and thin and combines the best features of both parents. Given his slightly small shorts and my very small bikini, I can accurately assess he is well-endowed. Given Manella can't keep her eyes off it, I suspect she's either curious about it or experienced with it.

Which brings me to Manella. Clearly I have not met Manella's mother, but my prediction is that she is Asian. Manella is gorgeous. Imagine a blend of Akira and Phary.

Yeah.

We did the introductions and they're all so sweet. Danel had obviously kept his surprise, but, like always, the kids handled it well.

"Let me guess," said Manella. "You didn't think this through and have nothing to wear."

OK, I laughed, which made my breasts jiggle, which made Danel and Kanel react. You understand what part of their anatomy reacted, right?

"Come on," said Devina. "We're not that apart in size. You can shower and borrow some of my clothes." She held out her hand, and being reasonably bright, I took it. She led me inside and everyone else followed. When we got into the living room, I stopped, which pulled Devina to a stop.

"This is a little out of order, but I'm never one to waste an opportunity," I said. "Devina, Danel is still confused about the schools. Can we clear the air on everything first? Communications folks."

"What the hell are you confused about?" asked Devina, laughing. "Dionysus rules. Why do you think I keep asking you to become a volunteer? Kanel volunteers."

"Oh yeah," said Manella and Evers. I just looked at them and raised my eyebrows. Manella laughed.

"Jinx," she said, laughing, which made Evers laugh. Nothing happened, so I raised my eyebrows again. Manella went in for the kiss and let me tell you, it was spectacular. As in Manella needs new shorts. Evers broke the kiss just in time, so his shorts are safe. Barely. His throbbing cock might burst the seams.

Kanel and Devina were just looking on with big smiles.

Danel is shocked. Not by the kiss.

By the fact that they are clearly soulmates.

"Oh boy," I said. "We have a lot to talk about. Let me get showered and we can go talk over dinner."

Devina took me back into the master bedroom. Not being bashful, I just continued the conversation and stripped. The water was warm, so I got in.

"Why am I alone?" I asked, with a smile.

So I wasn't. I got clean. Very clean. I also got off. Repeatedly. So did Devina. Come on, do you doubt my skills? We went pretty quickly though, and both got dressed and walked out into the living room.

The kids both started laughing.

"You go, Mom," said Evers.

"What is your school motto?" I said, in my stern voice.

"Shit," said Evers. "I'm sorry."

Every adult in the room said it at the same time. "Language," they all said.

To my surprise, it was Danel that got it out first. Being, well, me, I walked over and collected on the jinx.

I broke the kiss just in time. Barely.

Danel had to take a few deep breaths. Then he collected from Devina.

And Kanel.

With the kids cheering.

"I was going to have this conversation at dinner," I said. "But why don't we change the plans. We have a big group getting together for dinner. Why don't we join them? Be aware, our dinners are really dinner/orgies."

"Will Pari be there?" asked Evers, in the most hopeful voice.

"I'll personally introduce you," I said. "And join you."

Oops. Sorry dude. He laughed and ran and changed.

You do get why, right?

"So where is dinner?" asked Danel, in a concerned voice.

"You do realize everything is my treat, right?" I said. "And dinner is on the moon."

The all giggled. I did not giggle.

"Shit, you're serious," said Devina. I just smiled. I was careful though. I didn't want her to have to change.

"Even in your planes, that has to take hours," said Kanel.

I just shook my head no.

"OK," I said. "I'm going to trust you all, pretty early in knowing you. We're going to jump to the moon."

"What do you mean jump?" asked Devina.

Evers laughed.

"You can actually do it reliably?" he said. I nodded. Hey, I can learn from Bob.

"She means we're going to use their interstellar technology to instantaneously jump to the moon," said Evers. Everyone stared at me, so what could I do?

I nodded.

Then they discussed whether they thought it was safe. I just waited them all out. Finally Devina turned to me.

"You wouldn't do it if it wasn't safe," she said, a statement, not a question.

"Of course not," I said.

"You're really this advanced," said Kanel.

That didn't seem to need a response. The adults were still unsure.

The kids were not. They walked right out the front door and onto my plane. Danel laughed and followed them, and we all got on board. I shut the door and we strapped in, and I hit the magic button.

Come on. It kind of is a magic button. One second we're on their front lawn. The next we're docked on the moon. It is pretty cool.

It really isn't a dock anymore. You fly into a large hanger and can just get out of your plane. Kind of like the starships work. Yes, we have starships. Our lives are weird. We walked into the restaurant and the first person we saw was Karolina. Naked. With her fists on her hips.

We all yelled it. Our entire group. Akimbo.

Karolina walked over and took a hand of both Danel and Kanel and let them over to a bed. A very large bed. That's how we all got to watch the men DP Karolina. Which she loves. A lot. Manella climbed on Karolina's face, and after drenching her with her squirt, joined Karolina in blowing Evers. Who came all over all of us. Including Danel and Kanel.

Who liked it. Devina jumped in for cleanup.

They seem to be much closer as a family now. I learned that Manella's mom isn't in the picture anymore.

Her loss.

Our party, too

Pari here. No particular reason other than I'm on the moon, and I'm horny. OK, you could make the first half of the sentence anywhere and the second half would apply. Nothing particular to celebrate tonight, just an average night on the moon.

An average night on the moon.

Fucking weird. Our lives. Crazy as shit.

Nylah told me the whole story, so I know all about our five new friends. We're actually having dinner now, and I made sure to sit in their group. So did Leslie. Given we're both naked, there are some hard cocks in our group.

Hey, they're naked, too.

It's a buffet tonight and I loaded up on lobster and crab burritos. I freaking love them. I eat really well which requires significant exercise.

And yes, that is my primary exercise program. Which led to a hilarious conversation.

"How in the hell are you so thin eating like that?" asked Manella.

"You're not exactly overweight," I said.

"But I have to exercise a lot!" said Manella.

"Me too," I said. "A lot."

"What's your program? Mostly aerobic? More weights?" asked Manella.

I laughed. Leslie laughed. Anyone at the table that heard laughed.

"Her exercise is quite aerobic," said Leslie. "Very, very aerobic."

"What exercises do you do?" asked Evers.

OK, everyone laughed now.

"I fuck," I said, simply.

"You fuck enough for it to be your only exercise," said Danel.

"Yes," I said. "For sure. But I also do martial arts and lift weights, but my primary exercise is sex."

"How is it possible to have that much sex?" asked Kanel. I just raised my eyebrows and looked around the room.

"That leads into our dinner topic," said Leslie. She sat up straight really quickly, which made her breasts bounce.

Oh hell yes, I moaned. I'm pretty sure the moon's orbit changed from everyone moaning, which made Leslie laugh.

"You're all so predictable," said Leslie. "Maybe after dinner some of you would like to nuzzle them."

Every hand at the table went up. Then you could see the buzz. Table to table, someone explained why our hands were up. It was a wave of hands up in the air. Leslie laughed and pushed her chair back and climbed up on it. In the process, she gave a pretty nice pussy shot to the room.

Which she knew.

"OK," said Leslie, to the room. "After dinner, I call a tit fuck gang bang, but you have to bring someone to do cleanup."

"Is a tit fuck gangbang a thing?" asked Evers.

"Do you want in?" asked Leslie. I suspect Evers nodding that hard had to hurt, just a little.

"Then who is doing cleanup?" asked Leslie. Manella's hand just shot in the air.

"What about you two?" asked Leslie, of Danel and Kanel. They're just a noddin', too.

"Then you need two to clean up," said Leslie. Devina raised both her hands, to Leslie's laughter.

"You need another," said Leslie, in her stern voice. Oh God, I love that voice.

That's when Evers' hand shot up.

"Perfect," said Leslie. Leslie timed it perfectly because we just finished dinner. She stood up and started walking out of the room. I don't care if they just got their appetizers, everyone in the restaurant followed.

"Don't forget," shouted Leslie. "Five and up. I'm not 18."

She led us into the nearest wrestling room. There were some people in it, and they didn't quite know what was happening, but Leslie was leading the group and they all got in line.

Can't say I blame them. Kanel, Danel, and Evers were at the front of the line.

"Nope," said Leslie. "All three of you save your last one for me. The rest you need to go get out of your system. All five of you."

I took Devina's hand and led them over to a quiet corner.

"You're all OK with this?" I asked. More head bobbing.

Not sure exactly what happened, but they didn't save one for me. I'm happy for them. I'll get my chance.

I like my tits fucked

Men seem to like it and I love cum, so it feels like a win-win. I did have to laugh that once they left, the first man in line was small, really small. He walked right up, with his little 2-inch (5 cm) stiffy just waving in the wind. Oh, Leslie here, but you inferred that.

"I am ever so hopeful that you will grant me an exception," he said, in an almost pleading voice. My guess is the woman next to him is mom.

"Are you mom?" I said, and she nodded.

"You OK with it?" I asked, and mom nodded again.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I'm 4. My name is Tristian," said Tristian.

"Do you promise to do your chores?" I asked.

"I already do my chores. Why wouldn't I do my chores?" said Tristian.

His mom smiled and nodded.

"What exception are you asking for?" I asked and his eyes got huge.

"Is there a 9-year-old exception?" he asked, so hopefully, while looking at his mom.

"No," I said.

"You can't blame me for trying," said Tristian, laughing. "Then I guess a 7-year-old exception."

"And you know what that means?" I said to his mom. She nodded.

"OK," I said. Technically I can't, but Mom will understand. "But who in your life is your special person you want to be your first?"

"Larissa," he said, quickly. Mom's eyes shot up, just as a simply stunning young woman walked up.

"What's going on?" she said. "Oh, I'm Larissa."

Larissa is about 13. And adorable.

I just looked at Tristian. He took a big breath.

"I'm getting a 7-year-old exception and I want you to be my first," he said, really fast.

Larissa's eyes got huge.

And then she moaned.

"Will you marry me?" asked Larissa, of Tristian.

"Well that escalated quickly," said Leyla. "I'm Leyla, by the way."

"You don't seem that surprised," I said.

"Nope," she said. "I thought it would happen when he hit 7, though."

"Why wait!" shouted Tristian. "Can my exception be permanent for Larissa?"

"I think the engagement kind of implies that," I said.

Just then Bill and Jessica walked up. Quite naked. Damn. Just damn.

"We hear you need a whisperer," said Jessica. "A whisperer is guide for someone's first time."

"Why are there two of you?" asked Tristian.

Jessica looked at him, then Larissa.

"Do you want to tell him?" said Jessica. Larissa laughed.

"My first time, too," said Larissa, with another laugh.

"We're at a Gamma resort!" shouted Tristian. "How can it be your first time!"

You have to give Larissa credit for waiting him out.

"Oh. Oh my," said Tristian. "Oh God."

That last one came out a little deeper. Bill held out his hand to Larissa and Jessica did to Tristian.

"But this is Dionysus," said Larissa. "So after we have our first, second, and third time together, all in a row, we're going to ask Bill and Jessica to join us."

"Oh yeah," said Tristian, in the voice of a three pack a day smoker.

Off they went.

Back to my story. This is my story, although that was a cute tangent. Too bad though. He was a cutie. Oh, I'll find him.

After all, he has an exception.

From an exception to a reception

OK, that's a clever title. A riff on our engagement. Oh, this is Tristian, although it could have been Larissa. Yes, engaged. We will have two weeks after Larissa turns 18 and before I turn 9. Married or not, we'll have to abstain.

With each other. Hey, we'll have to fill the two weeks somehow.

Bill and Jessica took us into their family area and into a very nice bedroom.

"OK," said Jessica, who appears to be in charge. "This is your night. We can coach you on the mechanics and leave. We can demonstrate the mechanics. We can stay and coach you through the entire evening. We can also be your second. Honestly, we'd like that."

"Of course, we're both available to both of you. A little girl on girl and boy on boy is always fun," said Bill. "We can even teach you DP and other fun variations like a train. Some of that is pretty advanced, so let's focus on your first time."

OK, Larissa and I might have stared for a bit. Then Larissa laughed.

"Oh, we're doing all of that," said Larissa. "Jessica, you're gorgeous. I'm a virgin there, too, but want to learn. What about you, Tristian? Any interest in your first time being with Bill?"

I admit, I laughed.

"Bill appeals to me very much, but it wouldn't be my first," said Tristian. "Brenton and I play all the time. Maybe I shouldn't admit it, but we fuck each other often."

"Brenton?" said Larissa, in kind of a dreamy tone. Bill and Jessica both looked at us.

"Speak," said Jessica.

"Brenton is his best friend," said Larissa. "He's 7."

"God, I'd do him," added Larissa.

"OK," said Bill. "I'm sensing maybe Brenton should be here tonight."

Just then there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," said Jessica, which is bold, since we're all naked.

"I'm always naked," said Jessica.

"She kind of is," said Bill. "It is appreciated by all."

The door opened and it was Pari.

With Brenton.

Pari just smiled and backed out and shut the door.

"We'll invite her back later," said Jessica.

Lots of moaning right now.

I was Larissa's first. Brenton was her second.

Then he and I celebrated, too. Both ways. Larissa enjoyed it. Hell, she was part of it.

And we're officially a trio now.

Did I mention Pari came back too? Jessica was my second. Pari was my third. Both amazing and probably better mechanically, because of their experience, neither approached my time with Larissa.

Soulmates, you know.

I'm glad I asked for an exception. Oh, and I eventually got to fuck Leslie's tits, too.

And Leslie.

Yay!

They told me to leave it here and we'd pick up the story.

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